Matty & Josie
Matty saw Josie on a Tuesday,
She was totally strung out.
They'd gone to primary school together,
It's funny how some things turn out.
He remembered how they used to sit,
Upon the hill and clean the chalky dusters from the school.
He took her home to make her better,
They made pumpkin soup together,
Her eyes, they changed like the weather,
And they soon made love together.
And when her eyes had cleared she saw
Him standing in the bathroom light,
And realised that she would love him,
Until the end of time.
Matty worked down at the meat works,
With all the pigs and all the blood.
Sometimes the smell of death follows him home,
And sometimes he dreams of the flood.
But he would wake to find that golden face
Asleep beside his pillow
And he thought that he might love her
Until the end of time.
One night Josie was making coffee,
Matty came home kind of early,
He was carrying an old sack of bones
He said "I killed a man a long time ago".
He said, "you don't have to know the when or the why,
Just believe me that he was bad and he deserved to die.
I buried him down by the river side a long time ago
And now they're building those new movie studios
So I had to dig him up, gonna put him in the yard.
You can't tell anybody babe, I know that this is hard,
But you can't tell anybody if you love me.
You can't tell anybody if you love me"
That night they made love so passionately and he smelled of earth,
As he lay beside her in the moonlight and she cried.
Because she knew that she would love him,
Until the end of time.
Next day Josie went to the policeman,
She said, "my boyfriend he's killed a man".
She said, "he's buried in our garden".
They said, "you're doing the right thing, ma'am".
They went around to Matty's house with picks and shovels,
Josie felt that hot old desert wind, coming down the line.
The cops started digging,
The cops started digging,
The cops started digging in the yard.
The cops started digging,
The cops started digging,
The cops started digging in the yard.
And soon they found a sack,
A big old brown sack,
And they opened it up on the grass.
And underneath the heshen,
Was a pile of bones that looked like they could have been buried,
Since before the dawn of time.
But they weren't human bones they were pig bones.
While the cops were standing around Matty came home.
"Sorry for the trouble, fellers", he said, and he explained what he had done
And the cops were quite impressed.
He said, "I wanted to know if I could trust her with my life,
But baby you're a junkie, not a wife.
Glad I made this little test, how could I marry someone who would turn me in for murder,
You're not worth it".
The cops silently agreed as they turned their backs and started to shovel all the earth back in.
And Matty hung his head in sadness because he knew that the person that he loved was not this person.
And that night Josie felt the cold space beside her pillow in the moonlight,
And she cried, because she knew that she would love him, until the end of time.
She was totally strung out.
They'd gone to primary school together,
It's funny how some things turn out.
He remembered how they used to sit,
Upon the hill and clean the chalky dusters from the school.
He took her home to make her better,
They made pumpkin soup together,
Her eyes, they changed like the weather,
And they soon made love together.
And when her eyes had cleared she saw
Him standing in the bathroom light,
And realised that she would love him,
Until the end of time.
Matty worked down at the meat works,
With all the pigs and all the blood.
Sometimes the smell of death follows him home,
And sometimes he dreams of the flood.
But he would wake to find that golden face
Asleep beside his pillow
And he thought that he might love her
Until the end of time.
One night Josie was making coffee,
Matty came home kind of early,
He was carrying an old sack of bones
He said "I killed a man a long time ago".
He said, "you don't have to know the when or the why,
Just believe me that he was bad and he deserved to die.
I buried him down by the river side a long time ago
And now they're building those new movie studios
So I had to dig him up, gonna put him in the yard.
You can't tell anybody babe, I know that this is hard,
But you can't tell anybody if you love me.
You can't tell anybody if you love me"
That night they made love so passionately and he smelled of earth,
As he lay beside her in the moonlight and she cried.
Because she knew that she would love him,
Until the end of time.
Next day Josie went to the policeman,
She said, "my boyfriend he's killed a man".
She said, "he's buried in our garden".
They said, "you're doing the right thing, ma'am".
They went around to Matty's house with picks and shovels,
Josie felt that hot old desert wind, coming down the line.
The cops started digging,
The cops started digging,
The cops started digging in the yard.
The cops started digging,
The cops started digging,
The cops started digging in the yard.
And soon they found a sack,
A big old brown sack,
And they opened it up on the grass.
And underneath the heshen,
Was a pile of bones that looked like they could have been buried,
Since before the dawn of time.
But they weren't human bones they were pig bones.
While the cops were standing around Matty came home.
"Sorry for the trouble, fellers", he said, and he explained what he had done
And the cops were quite impressed.
He said, "I wanted to know if I could trust her with my life,
But baby you're a junkie, not a wife.
Glad I made this little test, how could I marry someone who would turn me in for murder,
You're not worth it".
The cops silently agreed as they turned their backs and started to shovel all the earth back in.
And Matty hung his head in sadness because he knew that the person that he loved was not this person.
And that night Josie felt the cold space beside her pillow in the moonlight,
And she cried, because she knew that she would love him, until the end of time.
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Writer(s): Henry James Angus
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